As Magnus opened the doors to the balcony, he beckoned to Alec. A smile played over his lips and his eyes glinted in the moonlight. They showed just a hint of the heat his body was filled with for his lover, Alec.

"Join me," Magnus said as he extended a hand toward Alec.

A smile quickly lit up Alec's features as he took the offered hand and found himself pulled outside, pressed up against Magnus' warm body as a cold rain permeated their clothing.

"It's raining," Alec chuckled out against Magnus' neck as he pressed his lips to the tender flesh.

"Hmm," was the only response from Magnus as he cupped Alec's face, bringing him in for a needy kiss.

They had kissed countless times before but each one was more special than the next. This one was only shared between them. This was only for themselves, no one else there to spy on their love.

The rain began to soak through their clothing, plastering it to heated bodies as they continued to kiss under a darkened, starless night.

Alec was the first to pull away, breaking the kiss in a need for air. He licked his lips, tasting the essence of Magnus on his lips.

Magnus looked up at him, awestruck at the beauty of the man before him. He watched as Alec's pale skin began to take on a tinge of pink.

Alec felt the burn of his blood creeping up to color his cheeks. He was always so self conscious when it came to Magnus' piercing eyes on him. He tried to pull away, only to find that Magnus' hands were still on his cheeks, holding him steady, anchoring him to the here and now.

"No, don't turn away, never turn away from me," Magnus whispered to him. "I see nothing but beauty when I look at you, when I see into your soul. Never be ashamed of that."

"You're the only one who sees that in me," Alec said quietly. "And I love you for that."

Those words struck Magnus, burrowed into his own heart with the thought of no one else seeing the beautiful soul of the one he loved. It wounded him, that Alec thought no one saw him as anything other than breathtaking.

"Only those who matter see the real you. The shy and quiet man that I fell in love with." Magnus said as he drew Alec in for another kiss. "I love you," he whispered needing for only Alec and the rain to hear him.






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The steady beeping of her house alarm breaks through Ellie’s slumber but she doesn’t lift her head from the pillow even though she probably should and usually would. After all, she lives alone and it could be anybody breaking in but an unholy combination of too much alcohol and too little sleep means her head feels way too heavy to lift, probably courtesy of the mariachi band that’s taken up residence there.

Thinking that she should at least try to defend her property she opens her eyes. Or at least makes a valiant attempt at it. Except the brightness of the room kicks the mariachi band up a notch and she screws her eyes shut again, hears her own moan echoing in her ears.

That’s when she hears the alarm panel in her room emitting a different sound as whoever’s in the hall inputs the code and then there is blissful silence.

Which at least tells her who’s downstairs.

The next thing she hears are footsteps coming up the stairs and then her bedroom door opens. There’s a hastily stifled exclamation followed immediately by a chuckle and then more footsteps. A cool draught of air washes over her skin and then the bed dips as Nick sits down and brushes her hair back from her cheek.

“Good night?” he asks and she tries to answer him, she does, but it comes out as an incoherent grunt. This is why she so rarely goes out drinking and dancing - lack of practice means the aftermath just isn’t worth it. He chuckles again, his fingers moving through her hair. “You don’t have to answer, baby... I think I’m over the limit from just breathing the air in here.”

He sounds highly amused and she chances opening her eyes again, just so she can glare at him. Which doesn’t go according to plan first because it always amuses Nick when she glares at him, secondly because the only thing brighter than the sun streaming in the window is the damn smile on his face.

He chuckles again. “But I did not come here just to mock the afflicted, or interrogate you about your girls' night out... Oh no, like a good boyfriend, I come bearing gifts.” The bed shifts again and the aroma of fresh coffee hits her.

It’s enough to have her opening her eyes, rolling onto her back and looking up at him. The room spins, but only for a second and then he’s moving too, spinning around so that his back is to the headboard, throwing his legs up on the bed and pulling her against him. He manages all that without spilling a drop of coffee and only when he hands it to her, only when she has a couple of sips, does she speak.

“I think I love you,” she manages and she feels rather than hears him laugh, his chest vibrating against her cheek.

“Drink up,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I also brought bacon and eggs when you’re ready for food.”

She would tell him that she’s ready to upgrade “think” to “definitely” but from the smile on his face, he already knows.

Logan wasn't really a nervous guy, but even a guy with knives for hands knew to fear a woman with lightning under her skin. She could make a hurricane-force wind with her left pinkie; he's seen her do it.

(He may have found it... appealing).

So he may have come off as a little cautious, a little hesitant, when he leaned in, when he let his lips linger near hers to see if she would meet them.

It was respect for her powers, that's all.

But for some reason, when she leaned in to the kiss, when he felt the electricity of her body move through him like pinpricks all over his skin, he felt like his chest was about to split open (but in the good way).

And after, when she gave him a wide smile, he knew: he never had a chance.